I got an Appetite for Destruction / Call me Axl Rose, Welcome to the Jungle / Where it's dog eat dog, and nobody's got a muzzle / Ever since I was 5 I been identified as Trouble / And since I was 9 been on my grind and had hustle / Now my 9 to 5 presents a puzzling struggle / Clark Kent with the shirt and the tie to survive / then I step inside the booth, Superman's alive, uh / So fly I can fly in my mind's eye / More powerful than a train with political ties / Don't need a Lex Luger beat to get by / and I'm Chronokinetic, able to manipulate time / Spit lyrics take you back to when you felt alive, uh / They say if you ain't cheatin' you ain't tryin' / So what corners need cut for disaster victims to stop dyin'? / What refs need bought for LeBron to win a title? / And if you build it and they don't come, whose the one liable? / Been evolvin' ever since my arrival to ensure my survival / Only God can judge me, but still gotta stand trial / The first sign of a problem is denial / but when you tell the truth, and still are perceived to be liar / that small problem can grow into a raging fire / My flow is H2O like the river Nile / Swag itself is self-conscious around my lyrical style / With my black hoody on, prayin' that my life will last / Runnin' fast, just waitin' for the cops to blast / Breathin' heavy, wonderin' which breath will be my last / Seein' my life flash before my eyes, and my future's my past / Never thought that a trip to the gas station / would end up takin' me to my final destination / Tried to have patience, but patiently waitin' / had me feelin' like my manifest function was latent / Like freedom is an illusion created by Satan / and the reason that I'm runnin' is that the Devil is chasin' / Pacin', every time I talk on the phone / When they want you they chase you down, you need them they're gone / And you better watch your tone when you talk to them boys / or you'll be shot dead for makin' too much noise / Too much poise is somethin' you just can't have / whether a cop or block watch with a real gun and a toy badge / 'Cause even though the media fad won't last / the hurt'll live inside my fam until the day they pass / I used to play Doom, now I see it was prophetic / Pavin' the future with the present can present a headache / Enough to get you sent to a medic / to try to get to the bottom of why everything's always been in question / Prescribe some Excedrin for the stress of your transgressions / but that's not enough for the screams in my head to lessen / Lonely like a desert, deserted and infested / with sick thoughts that circle, but I ain't drivin' a Lexus / I drive a Cadillac 'round my mind's culdesac / blarin' music called crack 'til fans snap and react / like what the game's been missin' is back and intact / all at once, on one track, and I look so relaxed / like I could run lap after lap, like the track is a track / with the whole motherfuckin' game on my back / I do it in my sleep, narcoleptic in heat / Sophisticated palette but can't taste defeat, uh / Thoughts deep like a LaZelle Durden three / Sixth Sense-like, how I see what I see / Depict sin vivid as Seven in 3-D / When I was Eight or Nine I used to rewind / my tapes like ten times, just to memorize the rhymes / of the dudes I used to love to listen to emcee / Now the game's...